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Mindless and attached

Is what I’m not.

Nauseous with a headache

Am I dying?

Oh, dehydrated.

The derivative of cosine?

Oh, negative sine.

Is that an eagle?

No, a peregrine.

 

Mindless, no.

Thinking about Zika.

Thinking about deforestation.

About inequality.

About coal.

Thinking.

Out loud?

If we were allowed.

 

Attached, definitely.

Adulthood meant

Staying

Stale

Stagnant

New was nothing.

 

Adulthood means

Being young,

Being adaptable,

Being a sponge

Without drying.

 

But we’re just obsessed with our phones.

Aren’t we?

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